Wednesday, March 9, 2011

yesterday's promise

The most charming words are spoken
From the lips of careless hearts
Who whisper into naive ears a thousand works of art
And pictures of undying love in shattered picture frames
Line the walls in parts of hell where love goes to be slain.

The most colourful of promises
Roll off the blackest tongues
Colouring a daydream like air to starving lungs
And when it's surely broken and everything turns grey
You'll learn that yesterday's promises, were never for today.